I awoke to the guitar riffs of Stairway to Heaven on my phone.
“Hello?”
“Hi Billy, it’s me.”
“Mom?”
“How’ve you been, sweetheart?”
“Who is this,” I shouted, “this isn’t funny.”
“It’s me baby.”
“No. No, it can’t be, you’re …”
“I know, I’m sorry.”
“But how, Mom?”
“A long story baby, and I’m out of time. You only get the one call here.”
“What?”
“I wanted it to be to you.”
“I didn’t mean to …”
“It’s okay sugar. I love you, remember, ya hear. Bye.”
“Billy, who’s that?
“Go back to sleep, hon, I’ll explain in the morning.”
About the Creator
Joe Luca
Writing is meant to be shared, so if you have a moment come visit, open a page and begin. Let me know what you like, what makes you laugh, what made you cry - just a little. And when you're done, tell a friend. Thanks and have a great day.
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Comments (2)
Delightful. Transports me to another time. thanks
Nice one, Joe. Really made me smile. Nice to see you here.